"What about your pal, Davey, and his baby brother, ripped from their loving family, and tossed to the rats..."

Do you want to read a slow-burn, slice-of-life, canon-era Newsies fanfiction? Then you've come to the right place. If not, read it anyway to stroke my ego (and to laugh at my awful attempts at historical accuracy). This centers around Jackcrutchie, and it's all from Jack's POV. Javid gets all the attention. Let me live. ((DISCLAIMER: There's a lot of ableist slurs and speech here, even outside of Crutchie being called... well, Crutchie. If that triggers you please don't read. Since it's from Jack's perspective, these slurs are in the narrative. But please remember this is from Jack's perspective, not mine! I wouldn't use those words and I'm well aware they're offensive. Thanks for reading!))

In which Crutchie struggles with nightmares after coming back from the refuge and struggles with certain other feelings he finds he has. Updates once a day! Message me for TW.

Jack Kelly would do anything for Katherine Pulitzer - literally

The story of the famous Newsboy Strike of 1899, but with a little twist. . Jack Kelly x Crutchie Morris

Ever sense Jack "left" Katherine has been trying to pick up the pieces by herself, all the while caring for her kid and trying to deal with her father. What happens when Jack comes back? Will Katherine's life be complete again? Or will she watch it crumble again like it had nine years ago?

Sequel to "From Crutchie to Wheels." The lodging house has caught fire. The guys must stay in Brooklyn until they can find a permanent place to stay. Timmy is just causing all kinds of trouble. I'll update the description as I write the story because I honestly don't know what's actually going to happen until I write it.

"Race, what's goin' on? Where 'ave ya been?" Crutchie asked, eyeing the boy with worry. Race ignored him and continued limping to the stairs. "Race, get back over here. Crutch and I stayed up waitin' for ya, the least you can do is tell us where youse been." "I'm fine," Race mumbled, not stopping. Jack quickly stepped forward and grabbed the younger boy's arm, not missing the way he tensed up. "C'mon Race, look at me. What's wrong?" Race slowly turned around, keeping his eyes down with the brim of his hat casting a shadow across his face. "I just had a run-in with a couple of guys who were lookin' for a fight. I got a little beat up. Really, it's nothin'." "It's not 'nothing' Race. You're walkin' worse than I do!" Crutchie exclaimed. Jack grabbed Race's chin and tipped it up and Crutchie gasped. Jack's eyes widened too as he and Crutchie got a glimpse of their brother's face. Crutchie's face turned red with anger, his hand clenching his crutch tightly. "Who did this to you?" *** It's a month after the strike, and everything is going great... until it's not. It starts with small arguments with newsies from the other boroughs, and only gets worse. None of the boys know whats going on, but they're trying to ignore it, until one day something happens that none of them can ignore. A/N: Sorry about the sucky summary, I'm bad at writing those.

Attempting to escape the regret of a past decision, Winnie Foster travels to New York City to spend Christmas with family. This story basically came about because I hadn't seen anyone else write about the connection that the time that the strike ended and the day Winnie was supposed to meet Jesse by the spring were coinciding. You're welcome. ;)

After Crutchie manages to severly hurt his Crutching arm, he is restricted to a wheelchair. The Delancys see this and decide to take advantage of him. Will Crutchie survive? Or will death do its part on someone else? Seriously. This story has so much happening in it. Just read the first chapter and decide if you wanna get your heart broken or not.